They all held their breath. Not only would they be the wives of Xavier Knox—the general of the entire planet—they would also inherit the Black Hole from Mrs. Knox! This was absolutely incredible!
"The reason you're all here is because tomorrow night, my husband's birthday party will be held. We didn't give out invitations to everyone, but Grandma and I decided that whoever managed to find this place would be a special guest." The Knox family head's birthday party was always the talk of the town every year, but not everyone could attend the celebration.
"I, on behalf of the mistress of this family, invite Miss Gold, Miss Scarlett, Miss Shoure, Miss Snow, Miss Wolmes, Miss Griem, and Miss Flos to attend the party tomorrow night. You don't need to go back and forth from this place. I will provide anything you want." Wolmes could barely hide her joy as dinner proceeded. After dinner was over, the girls were busy making lists of what they wanted to wear for tomorrow's party.
"Miss, what would you like to wear for tomorrow night's event?" A maid approached. One thing Quinn noticed about the Knox family was that there weren't many robot maids running around doing housework. Most of the maids here were human.
"Do you know what I should wear? I'm not used to attending events like this." The waitress froze for a moment. "Are you seriously leaving everything to me?" Quinn nodded. She'd never been to a big party with so many people in attendance. For Quinn, being away from the crowd was the best option. Not interacting with anyone was even better.
The maid with the yellow flower on her forehead was delighted. "I'm sure you've heard this before, but I want to say it again. You're incredibly beautiful. Anything you wear will look great on you. Don't worry, I'll make you the center of attention tomorrow night." The maid had already prepared many ideas in her head. As she measured Quinn's body, she kept complimenting her.
"You don't have to do that. Please don't make me the center of attention." The maid thought Quinn was being too polite. After measuring Quinn's body, she didn't forget to tell her fellows.
"Is that really what Miss Quinn said? Wow, you're very lucky. Miss Shoure I serve is very, very annoying. She wants this and that. She forces me to bring her entire jewelry collection and try them on one by one. I have to run around to accommodate her wishes."
"Yes, I'm very lucky. Not only is Miss Quinn incredibly beautiful, she's also very humble. She even joked about not making herself too obvious. Just watch. I'll make sure she's the most beautiful woman tomorrow!"
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It was dark, everything was so dark. She couldn't see anything.
"Please don't hurt my child! Please, please."
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The girl looked at her hands, and in the darkness, red streaked across her pale hands. Not only were her hands covered in blood, but so was the floor she was standing on. Not far from her, a figure lay sprawled on the ground, its body covered in blood, its eyes glaring back at her.
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In the dead of night, Quinn jolted from her sleep. Her breath was rapid, sweat drenched her entire body, and she was shivering and trembling. She screamed, hoping someone would hear, but her voice was muffled, she couldn't speak, no sound escaped her throat.
Frantically, the woman searched for something in her bag. She rummaged through everything. She looked disheveled, her eyes bulging and her face as pale as cotton wool, her breath coming in short gasps when she couldn't find what she was looking for.
She counted and tried to calm herself, then when she found a syringe in her bag, without thinking twice, her trembling fingers immediately stabbed the syringe into her pale arm, letting all the liquid inside flow throughout her body.
Whatever fluid she was injecting into her body was working perfectly. It didn't take long for her ragged breathing to slowly calm down. Her trembling hands also began to stop. Quinn stared blankly toward the door. She never turned off the lights when she slept, and thankfully, this time she didn't have to share a room with anyone else.
During Quinn's time in the election, this was the worst. Usually, she'd just have nightmares and someone would wake her up, but now, the dream she was having felt so real. Oh no, it wasn't a dream anymore, but a memory that was the beginning of it all. The beginning that would destroy her entire life.
Quinn checked the clock; it was still half past one. She had fallen asleep early today because she was tired. Now that she was awake, she couldn't sleep anymore.
Quinn grabbed the coat hanging by the bed. Slipping on soft, warm sandals, she walked out of the room.
The night in the castle was very quiet. There were only a few servant robots still pacing back and forth in the hallways, when one of them saw Quinn still awake, Quinn answered. "I had a nightmare and can't sleep anymore. Would you show me the way to the garden?" Quinn knew that robots were just machines created by humans, they had been programmed in such a way, they couldn't think. However, this robot also had a thoughtful expression. "I can't?"
The robot shook its head with a mechanical hand that also waved, "No, no. You can look around. I'm checking to see if the park is currently open for visitors. We're all busy preparing for tomorrow night's event. We're also decorating the park."
Quinn's lips curved into a cute, round 'O'. "Okay then, I won't bother you guys."
"If you get lost, just call me." The beautiful woman nodded, praying she wouldn't get lost in this large castle.
Who would have thought her feelings would become calmer when walking in the middle of the night through the corridors lit by lights like this? She stopped her steps at a large glass window. She touched her hand to the glass, and the glass disappeared. Now her face was directly hit by the night breeze directly. The scent of flowers spread throughout the castle, the night sky was very beautiful with its meteor shower. Quinn took a deep breath of the air, eliminating all the fear that had previously still lurked in her.
"Hmmm…I know." Faintly, she seemed to hear someone's voice from the end of the hall.
"Then, are you going to ask me to dance?" If before it was a man's voice, now she heard a woman's.
Curious and a little panicked, Quinn sharpened her hearing. "Hey, hey, hey. I asked you, are you going to ask me to dance?" Wait, that woman's voice, wasn't that Youna Scarlett's?
"Hmmm… we'll see tomorrow?" and the man, his voice deep and hard to reach. The General's voice.
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